Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the to the last, it is in the passionate
shit! all my nigger want my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a mystique when i speak that you notice
cause sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't stand still, it's like trying crack and go to sleep,
i'm it's known any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if rapped
i bully rappers so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just ain't enough to rock with shady
my is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
i got loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm numero uno, it
there's no more in it, no more you know
i'm rolling a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and tear a hole in my ass!

young hov got the in a frenzy
million sold all independently,
so when you me
make sure you got together your
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at least she to be
'til one night, well, that's if serves me correct
i caught her the christmas tree.
young hov have no pops
god, man, i had the block
ya'll me though
you young got the game all wrong
this is my life, man, ain't no song!
you ain't livin' your out, you live at your mom's house
in that tight-ass room, the cars out
and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing
you american pie, feeling yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm twenty of blessing
the of adolescent leaves my body now i'm fresh in
my frame is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter life some god-ly like thing created
got rhymes 365 annual plus some
up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs from
my skull cause pain in my brain vein money maintain
don't go the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they cards
dipped to the projects flashin' my cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' with hash
now all about cash in abundance, niggaz i used to run with
is rich or doin in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- instead of fuck tomorrow
buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i stood on the block, loose produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot
is illmatic keep static like wool fabric
pack a four-matic crack your whole cabbage!